indigo glass mug
its shadows
ringed in blue
cast a blue demi-moon
flat against white page
words yearn to touch its face.
—cas
Here’s a challenge for those of us who procrastinate endlessly about some aspect (or all aspects!) of our journey as writers. For me, my discomfort zone is submissions. I don’t. Or not as much as I should. Often my submissions are safe. I know acceptance will come. But what about all those wonderful places my writing could perhaps appear, if only I moved outside my comfort zone?
Thanks for the idea!
Carol
http://www.writingourwayhome.com/p/river-jan-12.html
my brother hunches
forward over keyboard
glasses precariously perched,
he peers over them
intent, intense, his brow
furrows in concentration
his fingers hunt & peck.
he will send a letter out
into the world,
his own gesture
of occupy.
of howl.
—cas
Today, I am asked to consider the senses beyond the visual, what do I hear, taste, smell, feel?
harp thrum-notes of e-reader
waking to the day
counterpoint of clock
tick-talking in time
a crisp mint taste of January air
thick ozone snow-scent,
snow-sent, freezes nostrils and
eyelashes — they glisten in noonday sun
seeking each other’s warmth
fingers curl into palms
–cas
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